The Death of a King

Contest Entry: Ancient Egypt Four men, one king what a show Taught muscles, strong bodies, no foe The sport of Pharaoh’s to kill a King In rapturous applause crowds stand and sing 'I am a God' cries the new pharaoh To prove it is a must 'But watch me adoring ones Kill this King with a god given thrust.' 'Hold tight the rope you men, on it your life depends Not only yours, but your family too Let not the torn muscles or bloodied hands you bare Because t’will be their deaths I swear to you.' 'Until I grab his mane And with my God-given power I will prove that before my name Even this King of beasts will cower.' Hurry now our muscles cry, the rope cuts though our skin If you must kill this mighty beast you better first begin Raise your sword son of the gods take his spirit to strengthen your soul Just to leave this arena alive that is our only goal. A mighty beast does fall leaving four men on bended knee The pharaoh won the call his cheering people do agree Their sweat it doth mingle with the blood of the mighty beast Although they slayed a King, at least with their families they will still feast. © 26/11/2013